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Chapter 5
Mikey grinned as he fixed himself the biggest sandwich he could. One large hamburger bun filled with hamburger, lettuce, tomato, barbecue sauce, onions, pickles and to top it all off three thick pieces of cheese. "Now that's a sandwich!" He grinned even wider. "Come to daddy!"
He scooped up the sandwich and opened his mouth wide, taking a huge bite. "Mmmm…"
Bing… Bing…
Mikey swallowed and looked around. "What was that?"
Louder now. Bing… Bing… Almost screeching.
He dropped his burger on the plate and covered his ears, running out of the kitchen. "Dooonnnnny!!"
Mikey raced into the lab, looking around, his hands still over his ears to block out the loud binging.
Don was furiously typing at his computer.
"What's going on?!" Mikey yelled.
The sound abruptly stopped. Silence echoed.
Splinter quickly entered the lab. "My son, what is happening?"
Don turned around, looking slightly pale. "I don't know. I wasn't even the one who turned the alarm off…"
"What does that mean?" Mikey asked, his hands now off his ears and at his sides.
Don stood and grabbed his bo. "We're going to have some really unwanted guests…"
"Who?"
"Foot."
Mikey gulped. "But how?"
Don shook his head. "I don't know."
"Maybe it's a false alarm. You know like some sort of animal," Mikey suggested hopefully.
"No. One of the cameras caught a glimpse of a Foot soldier. They're coming."
Mikey gulped and slipped out his chucks.
"When will they be here?" Splinter asked.
"A couple minutes," Don said.
"What about back up?" Mikey asked. "Leo and Keith can't be too far away. Maybe they can beat the Foot here."
Don sighed but nodded and picked up his shell cell from the desk and dialed.
Mikey bit on his lip as they waited.
And waited.
"No answer," Don said grimly.
"And Keith?" Splinter asked.
Don tried again and frowned a second later.
"Can't reach him?" Mikey asked.
Don shook his head. "No. Or anyone for that matter. There's no dial tone…"
"What does that mean?"
"No way to call Keith, Raph, or Raison." Don paled even more. "We're on our own."
Splinter looked at Mikey then Don, holding his walking stick in both hands. "Is there perhaps time to escape to a new location?"
Banging rattled the front door, echoing throughout the lair.
"I think that's a no," Mikey groaned, slipping out his chucks.
Don's expression hardened as he stared at the lair door. "We'll get out of here. Somehow."
Splinter led the way to the main area of the lair as the banging continued to grow louder and insistent. "Be brave my sons. Conceal yourselves. Here we have the advantage. Use it well."
Mikey gulped and nodded. He tightened his grip on his chucks and jumped up to the second floor of the lair, hiding just out of sight in his room, but still able to see the front door.
Don had hidden himself in another part of the lair. Mikey only hoped if he was found, Don wouldn't be.
Splinter stood in the center of the lair in front of the front door, watching and waiting patiently in silence.
The banging continued for another minute, then stopped.
The lair fell eerily silent.
One loud final bang came and the front door came crashing down revealing one large Foot mech. It entered the lair and stepped to the side, its laser cannon aimed at Splinter.
A lone Foot ninja stepped into the lair next. He stopped and started at Splinter, letting the silence linger, then he pulled off his mask.
Mikey covered his mouth to prevent a gasp. He couldn't believe it. How?
Keith smirked at Splinter and crossed his arms, Foot ninjas falling in behind him.
"What is the meaning of this?" Splinter demanded.
Keith chuckled. "Oh I think you know the meaning of this."
"Why?"
"Why?" Keith echoed. "Why?" He laughed coldly. "You didn't think taking me under your proverbial wing would change me? But then again, you never knew there was another side to me."
"I knew you had a hardness under the surface," Splinter said. "An anger much like Raphael's."
Keith scoffed. "I am nothing like him. He has trouble controlling his anger. I don't." He looked around the lair. "Tell Donatello and Michelangelo to come out of there hiding places."
"Why should we?!" Mikey yelled, then instantly slapped a hand over his mouth, deeply regretting that. In one swift motion, Keith had caused him to reveal his location.
"Uh hem…" A foot ninja stood just by Mikey's room, glaring at him, his foot tapping.
Mikey inwardly groaned and stepped out his room, jumping down to join Splinter. "Hey Keith," Mikey said hoping to distract Keith. Hoping this was all just a nightmare. Or some crude trick. "Nice day."
Keith smiled amused. "Yes. Nice day indeed. A good day for a Foot attack." He shook his head. "Donatello too!" he barked. "Or I'll have Leonardo cut down as we speak."
Don walked out of the lab, bo in hand, glaring defiantly at Keith. "And how are you supposed to do that? Phones don't work here."
"Yours don't. You are correct. But mine does." Keith held up a handheld device. "Blocks incoming and outgoing calls from any of the shell cells. Leonardo can't warn you, you can't call for help."
"And yours works?" Don asked, eyeridge raised.
Keith held up a small black phone. "My very own phone. The shell cell is in my old 'room'. Was nice for getting to know how your phone system works. Cool tracking system on it too."
Don glared at Keith, his grip increasing on his bo. "What have you done with Leonardo?"
Mikey's grip tightened on his own weapons as the Foot ninjas closed in around them. Where was Leo?
"Out of the way for now." Keith said menacingly. "And where are Raphael and Raison?"
"We will never tell you," Mikey yelled.
"No matter," Keith said coldly. "I'll find them later. Four out of six isn't too bad." He pulled out his sword and pointed it at Splinter and his two sons, an icy glint in his eyes. "Attack," he said lowly to the Foot soldiers.